A/N: First FanFic eva! THIS IS AN AU~! I just love this pairing... ~sigh~ GO RUSCAN! BTW this is an AU! With a smarty Canadian and a bad ass Russian. You have been warned...
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING JUST THE DAMM PLOT BUNNY INSIDE LE HEAD THAT HAS SPIDER WEBS.. O.O
A lone teen let loose a string of colorful curses as he stalked home in the violent snowstorm. He had reason to, after all, it was only the first week of December and there was zero visibility, about a meter of snow, and a temperature of approximately thirty below zero. As expected to be in Moscow.
This teenager had hair that was a pale blonde thanks to all the snowy weather always held in Russia. He was wearing his school uniform including a long grey coat that goes along with his scarf that his dear sister gave to him. He was actually the schools feared kid, he seems to have a dark aura around him every time he smiles towards anyone also his height seems to scare others away and all the rumors going around about him torturing and killing people, and the fact today was the last day of school before winter break, Ivan Braginski was alone once again.
The twenty minute walk from the school to his house felt like forever and a half to him. 'Great,' he thinks to himself, 'now I'm gonna have hypothermia'. Once again he brings his numb hands to his lips in vain attempt to warm them. Although Ivan was sixteen he had only turned so a few months back rendering it impossible for him to have his license yet.
At long last he made it to his house and marched up the steep driveway, only slipping twice. As he neared the porch steps he realized something was there that shouldn't be. His eyes widened. "дерьмо!" Ivan cussed out as he dashed over to the figure all the while thinking; 'Don't be dead! Don't be dead!' Pulling back the man's hood a bit he searched for a pulse. 'Thank you' he thought, as he pulled out his cell phone, numb fingers forgotten in his hassle. His mind halted though as his finger hovered over the "1" before he snapped the phone shut. The hospital would not receive this man, not without the man's credit card or a credit card from the man's family, which Ivan was not.
Now Ivan had two options; he could leave the man to die or he could bring him inside and hope he would recover. Ivan was a lot of things; a loner, a rebel, a bully, technically a gang member if others look at it, overall he is what some would call "terrifying". Despite this Ivan wasn't really all that bad, he did what he had to do to try and make some friends but it always seems in vain. So Ivan couldn't just leave the man to die on his own front lawn.
Fishing his keys out of his bag he unlocked the front door and threw his bag in. Then he returned to the frozen man and proceeded to carry him into the house. To Ivan's surprise the man weighed about as much as his school bag had, times two.
Once inside he set the man down and locked the door only to realize, "Great, now what?" It wasn't like he saved lives on a daily basis heck, he didn't even know how to cope with the weather. This was Russia for peat sakes, not the sunny side of the world, he didn't even own a snow shovel! Looking down at the man again he realized how much frost clung to him, turning him purple. Ivan checked for a pulse again, just to ensure the man was still among the living, he was. After brushing most of the snow off him, Ivan carried the man upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms before placing him on the bed.
He glared at the offending figure on the bed, he looked more comfortable there than he had on the floor but he still looked freezing cold and he was getting ice all over the bed. "Well, I have to remove his boots." Ivan decided talking it out to reinsure himself. So after dealing with the frozen laces, the old work boots were tossed on the floor. "дерьмо his feet are blue." In all honesty, the boots were clearly several sizes too big and the man wore no socks, what was Ivan expecting? Picking up one foot gingerly Ivan's first thought was how surprisingly clean and small they were. His second thought was how they were probably frozen prompting him to examine the gloveless hands to find them in a similar condition.
Quickly dashing out of the room Ivan took off his own shoes, grabbed a bowl of warm water and a dishcloth from the kitchen and a pair of socks from his room, before returning to the frozen figure. Hoping he was doing the right thing, he stuck the cloth in the water, wrung it out and proceeded to warm the man's feet with it. When the man's feet were no longer blue Ivan placed his own too large socks on them. He continued to warm the man's hands in the same manner.
Ivan stood back and admired his work. "Ha! Beat that hypothermia!" But his joy was short lived, the man was still unconscious. Checking the time Ivan realized it was quickly approaching five and called his work to tell his boss he wouldn't be coming. After seven full minutes of being verbally blasted through his phone Ivan hung up and looked at the man again.
"Why aren't you waking up..?" Perhaps his body was still cold? Yeah, that was it. Ivan moved to unzip and remove the man's tattered jacket. "W-what? A... kid?." Yes, before him lay a boy who appeared no older than thirteen, now only in ripped jeans, a baggy T-shirt and Ivan's socks.
Leaving the room Ivan refilled the bowl with warm water before returning to the child. For an hour Ivan worked on defrosting the boy until all the blue was gone and he felt warm. Lifting the boy to place him under the covers Ivan realized how light he was and figured he needed a warm meal. Could he feed him soup though if he wasn't awake? Did Ivan even have any soup? His sisters weren't suppose to be home until at least 2 months which left him to get all the food for himself.
Marching back downstairs to the kitchen Ivan raided his own cupboards in search of some soup he could feed the kid. He had beef stew and miso soup, but both of those were no good seeing as they needed chewing. Finally he landed upon something. "'Vegetable Broth', why do I have vegetable broth in my cupboards?" The box was dusty but its content was still good seeing it had yet to reach its expiration date. So following the instructions Ivan prepared a pot. When it was done he poured it into a bowl and grabbed a spoon from the draw.
Careful not to spill, the teen carried the broth up to the boy who was just as Ivan had left him. Placing a finger into the bowl Ivan was pleased with the temperature. Placing said finger into his mouth he mused quietly to himself, "This isn't not half bad." Now however he had to get the broth down the kid's throat. Placing a small amount of liquid on the spoon he poured a few drops into the boy's slightly parted lips. It seemed to have worked.
Repeating the process a third time Ivan realized how long it would take to empty the bowl. Not to mention the entire pot downstairs, which he had planned on feeding the kid. Maybe he could have it himself, after all it was cold and rather late. His attention was brought back to the present when the figure bolted upright coughing violently. Doing so almost resulted in knocking Ivan and the bowl of broth off the side of the bed. When the coughing fit had passed the most emotionless blue violet eyes bore into deep violet.